i woke up this morning and knew i'd be this way,
withdrawn, irritable
controllably so, and i knew that i could live it on my own rather than having most all the people around me aware that i'd even woke up in
this place nowhere. i had trouble falling asleep last night.. i told my head to shut up but it was not inclined to do so. it's always the
little things.. i wish that always meant something
good.
but anyway, everything is floating along nicely
hardly praying for sweet death at all. who knows, perhaps things will work out. i am not really
optimistic, but i'm not
.. not optimistic?
i'm sorry.